Chapter Twenty #2
I hear her gasp, and then the toy slides downward to tease her entrance, hovering there as if she’s waiting for permission.
“Do you want to fuck yourself with that toy, baby?” I ask, my voice sounding almost hoarse.
“Jack.”
“Put it in,” I tell her, rolling to prop the phone up on the nightstand so I can reach to shove my boxer briefs down and free my aching cock. “I want to see you take it. Want you to imagine that it’s me.”
The camera frame wobbles when she slowly starts to slide the toy inside herself, slightly obstructing my view.
“Wait,” I say suddenly. “I have an idea.”
“Now?” she asks breathlessly, sounding almost irritated to have stopped.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I tell her. “I want to see everything.”
“What?”
“You heard me,” I tell her, like a challenge. “I want that phone between your legs while you fuck yourself. I want to see every inch of that toy when it slips inside you.”
The phone flashes back up to show me her face, her eyes studying me as she mulls over what I’ve asked her to do.
I’ve started to stroke myself lightly now, and there’s no way she can’t tell at this angle.
I push up until I’m in a sitting position, resting back on my knees so she can see almost all of my body.
See the way I’m fisting my cock that’s hard as fuck for her.
“See what you do to me?” I let out a soft moan as I stroke myself from root to tip, squeezing out a bit more pre-cum and using it to slick the way back down. “Do you see how fucking hard you make me?”
“I want it,” she practically whimpers.
“You’ll get it,” I promise her. “But not right now. Right now I want to see you fuck yourself. I want to watch you make yourself come for me.”
Another moment’s hesitation, but then she’s shifting, the phone moving face up on the covers so I can see the ceiling for a few seconds before she settles over it, giving me the perfect view of her even more perfect pussy that’s dripping for me now.
I can practically taste her on my tongue, loathing the fact that I’m so far away, that I can’t touch her like I want to.
“Like this?” she asks softly.
“Just like that,” I purr. “Good girl. Now stuff that toy inside you. Get it good and wet.”
She does exactly as I ask her to, teasing herself for a moment before notching the toy at her entrance, slowly pushing it inside, and I watch every inch of it disappear.
Watch it fill her in the way I wish I could.
It’s so unexpectedly filthy, and I can’t help but stroke myself a little harder, keeping a tight grip on my cock as I work myself to the sight of her pussy swallowing purple silicone.
“If I were there,” I tell her, “you wouldn’t need the toy. I’d fill that needy little pussy up with my cock. Make sure you were good and full.”
“Jack,” she gasps, sliding the toy inside a little harder.
“That’s it,” I praise. “You’re doing so good for me.”
“I want that,” she tells me. “I want you to fuck me.”
“I will,” I promise, squeezing my cock as I fuck my own fist, pretending it’s her tight cunt. “When I get back I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me for days.”
“Yes,” she groans. “Please.”
I can barely keep my eyes open with how good it feels to touch myself while watching her do this, and I notice the way her thighs have begun to tremble, the toy no doubt hitting her sweet spot while touching her clit all at once to leave her a shaking mess.
I wish more than anything that I could feel the way she is no doubt quivering inside, could feel it all around my cock as I work myself in and out of her—but all I can do right now is choke the life out of my cock, thrusting into my own hand as she works the toy faster and faster, fucking herself like I would.
“I’m going to come,” she says breathlessly. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to come for me,” I tell her. “Want you to soak that toy like it’s my cock.”
I can feel my own orgasm building at the base of my spine, a pressure that blooms inside and spreads outward, so intense that it feels like I could explode at any moment.
I keep working myself through it, keep stroking myself over and over while my eyes stay glued to the erotic sight of Abby fucking herself on my tiny phone screen, listening to her hitched gasps and her garbled moans as she gets closer and closer to the edge.
“Jack,” she moans. “Fuck. I’m—”
“Come for me,” I urge. “Fucking come.”
Her voice grows muffled as she no doubt shouts into her pillow, her legs shaking wildly, and I can see the way she gushes around the toy.
Can see the way it drips down to her sheets.
The sight of it is enough to push me over the edge after her, and suddenly my orgasm is exploding out of me, thick ropes of come staining the edge of my hotel bed as I groan through it.
I can’t tear my eyes away from the screen while she lies suspended for several more seconds.
I drink in the sight of her wet pussy as she lets the toy slip out from inside her, dropping it somewhere on the bed before she disappears from view altogether to seemingly roll to her side.
It takes her a minute to remember the phone, her breath sounding harsh and wild as a hand reaches out to pat around for it, finally grabbing it and bringing it back to her face just as I fall back against my pillows.
“I think I’m dead,” she rasps.
My lips curve into a grin. “Death by orgasm doesn’t sound so bad.”
“Says you,” she huffs. “My legs feel like jelly.” She grimaces. “Pretty sure I got your shirt a little messy.”
“Don’t wash it,” I say immediately.
Her nose wrinkles. “You’re filthy.”
“Just for you, baby,” I laugh.
“I still don’t know how I feel about that.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with it a second ago,” I point out.
“Yeah, well, I can’t be held accountable for what I allow when I’m trying to come.”
“You don’t want to be my baby?”
She bites back a grin. “You’re ridiculous.”
I notice it’s not a no. That realization is enough to have me beaming back at her.
“When do you get back tomorrow?” she asks.
“I should be back before you get out of class.”
“Mm. Good.”
“Wow, someone really misses me.”
“Maybe I just miss your cock.”
“I can definitively say that it misses you too.” I frown then, remembering everything I said to her while we got off together. “Do you really…want more?”
She swallows thickly. “I think so.”
“Fuck, Abby. You would wait until I’m a thousand miles away to tell me that.”
“Gives you more incentive to hurry back.”
“Don’t tempt me. I’ll find a red-eye tonight.”
She laughs then, the sound morphing into a yawn. “I’m too worn-out now, anyway.”
“Are you in my bed?”
“I’m in mine.”
“Go sleep in mine,” I tell her. “I like the idea of you in my sheets while I’m gone.”
“Someone’s bossy.”
“Are you saying you won’t?”
“We’ll see,” she says cryptically, but the way she’s smiling lets me know she’s absolutely going to do it. Her gaze softens then, looking slightly vulnerable. “I do, you know. Miss you.”
My heart does something funny, like a small piece of it rips off and flies toward home to be with her. “I miss you too.”
“Then hurry back tomorrow so you can see me.”
“I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Good. Now go to sleep.”
I chuckle. “Yes, lover.”
“Yeah, that’s never going to fly.”
I grin as I blow her a kiss, and she just rolls her eyes before telling me good night and hanging up the phone.
I feel lighter than I have in days, and I realize the last thing on my mind is tonight’s game, or even hockey at all.
My thoughts are too preoccupied with Abby to even consider how much or how little I got to play.
Almost like my problems feel far away whenever she’s around.
It’s an addictive feeling. One I fear I could come to crave more and more.
I do, you know. Miss you.
I close my eyes and smile to myself in the dim lighting of the hotel room, settling down under the covers and letting my head fill with thoughts of her as my chest swells with something that feels a lot like yearning.
For the first time in a while, I’m not thinking about the next game, or worrying about my play time, or even stressing about how soon Coach might bench me.
No, right now…I’m only thinking about getting back to Abby.